A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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St. Hua Women's College, Psychological Counseling Room.

Makoto Jingu sat in his chair, preparing to receive the last student of the week who needed psychological counseling.

As he opened the documents, he thought about the next steps in his mind.

I went on a date with Kisaragi Tomoe and Kato Mio on Saturday, and went to see Yumiko and the others on Sunday.

Next week is the entrance exam, and then in July I'll take Mira and the others to a hot spring.

In August, I went on vacation to the beach with Aunt Kyoka and her family.

While we're at it, let's check on how Liulijiang and the others are making their little world.

Makoto Jingu organized his summer plans, and they were incredibly fulfilling.

However, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

(A doll that Hanako hung in the toilet: Yes, I'm still alive.)

Never mind, let's check out today's date first.

"Yuka Nonohara entered our school with excellent grades and was normal in all aspects during her first year. However, her grades dropped significantly after entering the second year. She had difficulty concentrating in class and was listless..."

Jingu Makoto glanced at it briefly, but was quickly drawn to the medical report.

L cup?

Isn't this a bit too much of an exaggeration?

The girl in the photo has long, dark purple hair tied into pigtails on either side of her head.

Her slightly immature smile contrasted sharply with her explosive figure.

Makoto Jingu often forgot names when watching anime, but after seeing the photo, he remembered who this Yuka Nonohara was.

Isn't this a "welfare girl" (a woman who sells herself for free)?

Of course, the symptoms are probably not that severe yet.

After reviewing the documents, Makoto Jingu put them down and waited for Yuka Nonohara to arrive, ready to help her clear her troubled mind.

five minutes……

ten minutes……

Fifteen minutes later, Makoto Jingu raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was wrong. Where was everyone?

He picked up his phone and sent a text message to Huang Liuhua.

[Makoto Jingu: Rikka-chan, are you sure you've notified me? Nobody's here.]

Huang Liuhua responded quickly.

[Rikka-chan: I notified her. It's strange, I just asked her homeroom teacher, and she didn't go to class this afternoon either.]

[Makoto Jingu: I understand. I'll handle the rest.]

Jingu Makoto stood up and walked out of the instruction room.

As for where Yuka Nonohara is, it's obvious she's hiding in some corner generating her own electricity.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the teaching building, in the innermost stall of the restroom.

The sound of dripping water mixed with heavy breathing was particularly clear in the narrow space.

Yuka Nonohara sat on the cool toilet seat, her plump legs, clad in pure white over-the-knee stockings, spread wide apart in an unseemly manner.

The girl tilted her head back, her eyes closed, completely immersed in the happy world she had created.

One of her hands was already inside her open school uniform shirt, and she was doing something naughty to the heavy, soft slime.

The other hand was even busier, with the fingertips flying across the piano rhythmically, each time landing precisely on the most prominent key.

"Ah...good, so good...that's it..."

Yuka Nonohara murmured indistinctly, her warm breath constantly escaping from the edge of her mask.

"Not enough... I want more... mmm—!"

Because her mother started working overtime frequently after she entered high school, Yuka Nonohara was often home alone.

One boring night, she learned 0721 on her own and from then on, she couldn't stop.

Now, she has to stay up late several times a day to relieve her stress, and the price she pays is increasingly dark circles under her eyes and a steady decline in her grades.

Of course, for the girl who gradually becomes addicted, none of this matters.

At this moment, in order to more thoroughly pursue that pleasurable feeling, Nonohara Yuka roughly tore open her school uniform, freeing the two big rabbits that had been trapped inside.

Her movements were extremely skillful; one hand vigorously kneaded the dough, while the other hand tenaciously gripped the rock wall.

The pomelo blossom seemed determined to unearth a true treasure, its speed increasing, each shovel stroke bringing forth a pool of clear spring water.

The constant pressure from above and below caused the girl's consciousness to gradually become hazy.

"Ah, ah... It's coming, it's coming, it's coming..."

Yuka Nonohara's entire body tensed up, and then she suddenly convulsed.

The moment the finger was suddenly pulled out, the moisture on his body gushed out like it was free.

Her face was flushed, and her hands hung limply at her sides.

Yuka Nonohara stared blankly at the ceiling, her pupils unfocused, as if her soul had been ripped away with the outburst.

Just as the girl was still savoring the lingering taste of the moment, a playful voice came from outside the door.

"Nonohara-san, do you need any help? Or... do you need some tissues?"

Chapter 204 Treatment of Nonohara Yuka

Seeing that Jingu Makoto thoughtfully slipped a box of tissues through the crack in the door, Nonohara Yuka instinctively reached out and took it.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Outside the door, Makoto Jingu smiled and shook his head.

But soon, he heard something fall to the ground inside.

It seems they've realized what's happening, but their reaction time is a bit long.

What a slow-witted girl.

Inside the cubicle, Yuka Nonohara's eyes were half-open, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, conveying a sense of confusion and helplessness.

A male voice?

But this is an all-girls school.

Yuka Nonohara's body began to tremble, but this time it wasn't from generating electricity, but from fear.

What should we do? Should we call out?

But wouldn't that expose the fact that I was secretly doing handicrafts?

After hesitating for a moment, the girl, who was already somewhat laid-back, decided to give up.

Since things have come to this, let's wipe our sweat first.

Yuka Nonohara bent over with some difficulty, her body leaning forward, her full and round buttocks forced to protrude backward.

She picked up the tissue box from the ground, took out a few tissues, and carefully wiped the sweat off her body.

After tidying up her school uniform, Yuka Nonohara took a deep breath and then solemnly pushed open the door.

Outside, a tall, handsome boy was watching the girl who came out.

Wow, so dazzling!

For Yuka Nonohara, who has few friends and only lurks in the shadows, Makoto Jingu, a vibrant and energetic socialite, is a nemesis.

Strangely, the girl did not feel uncomfortable as usual; instead, she felt itchy, and the dam, which had already released water, seemed to be accumulating water again.

"You, your tissue."

Yuka Nonohara lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact, and then reached out to return the tissue box.

"Nonohara-san, don't you have anything else to say?"

Jingu Makoto took the tissue and looked at the girl in front of him.

There are still quite a few differences compared to how it looks in the photos.

For example, those dark circles under her eyes, and that white mask covering the lower half of her face.

Looking at the mask, some strange images inexplicably appeared in Makoto Jingu's mind.

"Um...um...you've mistaken me for someone else..."

"Also, this is an all-girls school, boys aren't allowed in. Hurry up and leave, or you'll get into trouble..."

This was the first time Nonohara Yuka had ever spoken so much to a stranger, and her cute little face turned bright red.

After the power generation ended, the girl's intelligence returned to its peak.

As she spoke, she quietly moved backward.

"Why are you running?"

Jingu Makoto grabbed Nonohara Yuka's soft little hand, then led her to the sink and took off her mask.

In the mirror, the girl's cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful eyes were misty, still glistening with the moisture from the electricity she had just generated.

"Nonohara Yuka, you really don't know who I am?"

Jingu Makoto addressed him by his full name directly, and asked somewhat strangely.

"Should I...know you?"

Once her mask was removed, Yuka Nonohara felt as if she had lost a protective shield and panicked.

Could it be her junior high school classmate?

But I have absolutely no recollection of it...

"I am the counselor you booked, Makoto Jingu. Didn't you receive any messages?"

Jingu Makoto patted the girl's head, which was filled with random thoughts, and said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Psychological counseling...

Yuka Nonohara suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

Because she's been staying up late a lot lately and not concentrating in class, her homeroom teacher called her in for a talk. The teacher said that a counseling session had been scheduled for her, and that the specific details, such as the time and place, would be sent to her that evening.

Then, at night...

It was evening, which happened to be her time to generate electricity, so she forgot to check.

"Um, I, Jingu-kun, I'm sorry..."

Yuka Nonohara blinked her purplish-red eyes, wanting to say something, but couldn't find an excuse for a moment. In her haste, her voice even sounded a little tearful.

"Alright, alright, I know. It's just that I didn't check the news while the generator was running at night. It's not a big deal."

Looking at her pitiful expression, Jingu Makoto couldn't help but chubby up and pinch her cute, slightly chubby cheeks.

Is this considered a minor issue?

A wave of shyness washed over her, and Yuka Nonohara wanted to run away, but the pleasant scent emanating from Makoto Jingu made her legs feel weak.

"Let's go, we'll discuss the details in the guidance room."

In a daze, Nonohara Yuka was pulled away from the restroom by Jingu Makoto.

……

Back in the guidance room, formal psychological counseling began.

Yuka Nonohara sat in the chair opposite Makoto Jingu, answering his questions nervously.

How long have these symptoms lasted?

"Hmm... it's been half a year~"